Hyperbolic

by Diet Eugene

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released October 20, 2014

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Elliott Sharpe Minneapolis, Minnesota

imitation punk

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Track Name: Mind Control Experiment
forget about your thoughts
let go of your consciousness
you are a robot, do just as your told
there's nothing in your head
there's nothing on your mind
you are a robot, do just as your told

forget about your thoughts
let go of your consciousness
you are a robot, do just as your told
there's nothing in your head
there's nothing on your mind
you are a robot, do just as your told
Track Name: i want to be invisible
sufferin

you don’t know i’m suffering
you don’t know how it is i feel
inside of my head

you don’t know i’m suffering
you don’t know how it is i feel
inside of my head

i want to be invisible
i want to stay under the radar, off the grid
i kept trying to surface, kept trying
trying so hard to surface

you don’t know i’m suffering
you don’t know how it is i feel
inside of my head

you don’t know i’m suffering
you don’t know how it is i feel
inside of my head

i want to be forgotten
i want to be put in the back of your head
i want to be forgotten, invisible, so invisible
you can’t see me, you can’t see me
i don’t want to be remembered

you don’t know i’m suffering
you don’t know how it is i feel
inside of my head

you don’t know i’m suffering
you don’t know how it is i feel
inside of my head

i feel so unreal (x5)

you don’t know i’m suffering
you don’t know how it is i feel
inside of my head

you don’t know i’m suffering
you don’t know how it is i feel
inside of my head

i wither under spotlights
spotlights melt my face
they make me feel so weird, they make me feel like crying
they make me feel like i’m melting

my face is like an ice cube,
my face is like a fragile ice cube,
any kind of heat it melts my face it melts my face

avoiding confrontation
avoiding confrontation is what i do
i don’t confront people
i like to stay in the dark

staying in the dark is how i’ve made it through life so far
i’ve made it through life so far
i’ve made it until i’m seventeen
Track Name: a love song I wrote while intoxicated due to a lack of sleep
i would go to the meadow
just to pick you a flower
even if it was guarded by a monster
i would do just about anything
if it meant that you would smile
because your face is great
i would dive into the ocean
even if it meant that i would drown
but i wouldn’t because you’d be sad
if i happened to die
and you weren’t okay with that
i’d come back from death
i’d come back as a zombie
which would be really difficult
because i want to be cremated
i’d come back as a pile of dust
floating through the air
i’d hope people aren’t allergic to other people
Track Name: Trains (with bells)
there's a train coming yr way
so y'better get out the way
if it comes any closer to you,
there's a chance you'll get hit

if your blood was on those tracks,
i probably wouldn't cross them anymore,
which would really suck,
because that's the shortcut to work.

and i'd need to cross the street,
which lacks an intersection,
so then i'd get struck by a car,
and we'd both be dead.

please don't be dead
please don't get hit
Track Name: Diet Eugene
i feel like i’ve been pushed onto a stage
with a microphone shoved right beneath my face
they asked me hey lydia do you know what you’ll do
and i said i have no idea but i can play the uke
and it’s the only thing that makes me smile
so i think i’ll do this for awhile

they said that’s really great but why not a guitar
i said what do you mean this is my favorite thing
they said guitars praise praise praise praise praise
ukuleles derogatory comment
no that’s your opinion please keep it to yourself

the uke is built for people big and small
amanda palmer played it at 35
joni mitchell started at fourteen
and tiny tim played until he died
and so i’d imagine i’ve got some time